“So, Blake, would you mind sharing your input on why…”
“Excuse me,” I interrupted Professor Pheizer. She never asked me for my input and I wasn’t going to start giving it now. “I’m not interested in input. Well, not in class, that’s for sure.”
Sniggers traveled through the students as they got I was saying. Professor Pheizer’s cheeks turned bright red.
“That was uncalled for. Fine, please leave my class if you are not going to participate.”
I stared at her while packing my bag. I hated this class anyway. She was all for Dragonians, dragon bonds, and whatnots. It was wrong. Humans and dragons should never mix like that.
To my surprise, Tabitha started to pack her bag, too, throwing a wrench into my plans to seek out a certain Moon-Bolt for the rest of the afternoon.
“Stay,” I grunted
